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It’s a Sunday and it was nice and sunny. Nice and sunny enough for me to head into the city. I wandered around 14th Street after riding the Path train. Not too crowded, a pleasant ride. Read the New Yorker. I got off the train and first walked over to Entertainment Outlet to see if they had a copy of My Left Foot. Such a dismal dusty store. You have to wash your hands after going through the racks of DVD’s they are that dusty and grimy. Of course they didn’t have it. Had every movie Jackie Chan made but no Daniel Day Lewis.

So I headed east on 14th Street. Went into Payless shoes since they’re about the only shoe stores that carry Airwalks, my sneaker of choice. They had a decent selection but nothing that made me want to buy a fresh pair of kicks. I then wandered over to the Virgin mega store to see if they had My Left Foot, but no. Everything else was on sale, a lot for $10.00. I almost bought Boogie Nights, such a good movie, watched it a week or so ago. But couldn’t be motivated to purchase that either.

I stopped by Farfetched to see Harpy. That was fun for a short while but even Harpy didn’t have the zest for life, the joie de vivre that I had hoped for. I left Farfetched and walked over to Broadway where I looked for a new Eagle Creek bag, since the one I have is still functional, but looking a little beaten up. Not impressed at their selection but looking back I think I should have bought the bag that was on sale. Perhaps I’ll go back this week.

Came home empty handed after wanting to buy things. Once I got back to Hoboken I stopped in the T Mobile store for a hands free headset, only to find the girl behind the counter just sold the last one. The gods of commerce must have had a good chuckle. I was able to got to Ben and Jerry’s and bought a pint of Chocolate Therapy which they had in stock.

Now I’m home, hanging out after a ravioli dinner. Last night I watched Pride starring Terence Howard and Bernie Mac. Classic Cinderella story, underdog beating the odds. Cliché after cliché, but with handsome young black men in Speedos, which made it all worthwhile. I love Speedos. Diana Ross’ son Evan Ross was in the movie, playing a stuttering Speedo clad swimmer. Unless you like watching young men in Speedos, you might want to avoid this movie. I plan to catch it again though.

Before I headed into the city I watched a documentary called before the Music Dies, all about the state of the music business. A few famous musicians mentioned Bob Dylan and how he wouldn’t get a contract today if he was starting out, the same for Jimi Hendrix. An interviewer asked some girls outside an Ashlee Simpson concert if they had ever heard of Bob Dylan. They giggled and laughed and said no, but that Ashlee Simpson is a great singer.

I agreed with much of what was said in the documentary, including Erykah Badu with her crazy wig. They did touch on a point that the record companies had it easy of the past decade or so, most people buying catalogs of artists they had previously on vinyl or cassette. I know this for a fact since I’ve done it. And they’re doing it again with mp3’s, The Beatles being the big fish coming down the stream soon enough this year. Will I buy their catalog again? After owning vinyl, tape, and cd’s? That would depend on whether or not there would be something different or extras and also whether or not I have the cash to buy something I already had over and over and over again.

Here’s some pics. Joie de vivre! Have a good week.

Last night’s dinner
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Sunlight reflected through green tumbler on a dirty floor
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Valentine’s rack
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Harpy makes a wish
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Where I live
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It’s Sunday night, and I just got back from the movies. I went to see There Will Be Blood. Daniel Day Lewis is of course, phenomenal. Paul Thomas Anderson is truly one of the best American filmmakers around today. I wonder if he is still with Maya Rudolph? It’s another recommended movie. Chaz and I have been planning to see this for a few weeks and finally both of us had our schedules in sync. Crowded theater too for a Sunday afternoon.

Last night I had a good time writing the blog which I hope shows. Spoke to Harpy, who was telling me about how Lois, a co-owner of Farfetched just got her first computer. So much to learn. Of course there is the initial paranoia about strangers having access to your information, but they would only have access if you put it out there. I don’t put anything out there and though I’m still wary, the Internet works out just fine, for me at least.

Harpy wanted to know about why I call this blog, johnozed instead of my real name. Well that’s because there are things that I write under my blog de plume, that I am not too keen on coming back and biting me on the arse. A lawyer friend hipped me to the fact of changing the names of some executives and companies I work for both in the past and the present, and he commended me on the pen name. So even though my real name is music to some peoples ears, I don’t need the real name to sound like a cash register to lawyers ears.

On the way home from Brooklyn last night I had stopped off at Mision Burrito for what turned out to be a very mediocre burrito. On the way through Church Square Park I passed a couple of people, one of whom I though was my other friend named Lois. I called out ‘Lois’ and the woman turned and as she turned I realized it wasn’t the Lois (or the other Lois) that I knew. I apologized and she laughed saying that I wasn’t who she thought I was either. That made us both laugh and I walked away wishing the two of them a good night.

It reminded me of how I was DJ’ing at McSwells years ago and in my clouded mind I thought I saw Raul Menares walk through the back room door. I waved frantically and as the figure approached it wasn’t Raul at all, but rather some other guy named Michael Vasquez. Michael Vasquez turned out to be a good acquaintance along with his girlfriend, who’s name escapes me at this moment. So the moral is, sometimes friendships can sprout from mistaken identities. Sometimes, not all the time of course.

There really wasn’t anything on TV last night, so as I surfed I stumbled upon Graffiti Bridge, the sequel to Purple Rain. Looking back Purple Rain is good, if only for the concert sequences, especially the sequences involving The Time. Graffiti Bridge makes Purple Rain look like a masterpiece. Even The Time couldn’t save it. I lasted about 20 minutes until the first commercial, then I bailed. Even the soundtrack is spotty. Two songs from it made it to my iPod.

I remember when Graffiti Bridge came out, I was either out of work, or off from work so I went to the first showing on the first day at the multiplex. But I wandered into the wrong theater and sat as the movie, Soap Dish was starting and it took me a while to realize I was in the wrong theater. After seeing Graffiti Bridge I wasn’t sure if I saw the correct film, and 17 years later, I’m still not sure.

And Robert Plant was in Farfetched buying wrapping paper and cards on Friday.